The sky is blue; I do what I do

Wow.

Why is it that I feel so much annoyance. Towards you. Totally understand some of the feelings and perceptions that people have of you more than ever.
Sometimes I feel like I've burned so many bridges from being so damn loyal.

Well no regrets right?
I don't regret what I did.
But I can't stop looking back.
...so is that remorse?

I don't want to see you or talk to you right now. Maybe and hopefully time will change things,
but not now.
So, laters.

People with their negativity with their little bitter comments every freaking time i talk to them are so annoying. I don't know if it's low self esteem or what.
They drag me down and then I start feeling the same way as them.
Some weird freaking form of osmosis or something
God! I feel like I have to go through like, self esteem therapy for 20 minutes after talking to them to recover.

These people have real power man.

Beware the Dreaded Myspace/Facebook Angles

So you’ve been talking to this hot young lady that you met on MySpace, Facebook, Friendster or one of the many other social networking or dating sites that are available online and you believe you have come to a point that you are ready to meet her. You get along great and have awesome conversations over the phone and on instant messenger. You listen to the same bands and have similar interests, irks, aspirations, and idiosyncrasies. In short, it really seems like you are falling for this girl.

And her pictures. “Wow” is all you can say every time that you look at them. The way that her hair falls over her shoulder as she gives you that sultry-but-oh-so-innocent look in the photo that she sent you which drives you wild. You can hardly believe that you have found a creature that is so beautiful, yet so deep and really into your interests as well. You’ve even caught yourself feeling a little sorry that you previously held the misconception that all girls that look this great are vapid and stuck up. But now you know better and you thank the internet and your computer every day while you have endless conversations with her while staring at her photo that you have now plastered onto your desktop.

You know she’s hot. You’ve shown her picture to your friends and they think she’s hot. And now you’re ready to meet her. But are you prepared for what you may actually find?

Well, let this serve as a warning to you because you may have just fallen victim to the dreaded, “MySpace Angles.”





The MySpace Angles phenomenon isn’t one that is new but is a growing concern for men, young and old, across the globe. Photography-savvy young ladies are utilizing crafty camera angles and even photo software to weave a type of black magic onto their likenesses that would rival even the most forgiving Glamour Shots photographers of the old days. These crafty ladies will bend and conform themselves precariously to just the right position to hide those multiple chins, unsightly bulges, and possibly even hooves in the attempt to rope in unsuspecting victims across the World Wide Web.

MySpace Angle:

Cold, Harsh Reality:

You may tell yourself that by being diligent about asking for multiple photos you are being an alarmist and maybe even paranoid. Additionally, the fact that this phenomenon exists may even appear to be mean-spirited and just plain wrong. However, we ask you while presenting this evidence to you today: Just who is at fault here? Should you feel guilty for ensuring that the package you are presented is the package you should expect? Or are you just going to hold out until the bitter end and hope for the best?

MySpace Angle Super Cutie:


Larger-than-expected Dinner Date Bill:



Asian Honey + Glasses = Smart and Sexy!


You’re gonna need more sake to be able to seal this deal!



Trippy little cutie that is sure to be a blast to hang out with:


In reality, “little” doesn’t quite describe the trip you’re going on.



A veritable Goddess at this angle:


But the light of day suggests otherwise.



This is a quirky little hottie that can hang out with the guys and still be cute:


Well, she can hang out with the guys, anyway. And probably drink them all under the table, to boot.



The emo girl of your dreams:


Or maybe your worst nightmare.



And finally, one late night you asked your beauty for some boob shots:


And you GOT ‘EM!


Taking a cue from Shallow Hal, love may be blind and beauty may only be skin deep but a façade of smoke and mirrors is no way to begin a relationship and if the lovely lady of your online dreams isn’t truthful with you about herself upfront, can you be so sure you can trust her down the road?

Consider this as a public service announcement to all the would-be e-Romeos out there that are trolling the social sites looking for love: watch out, because you may be biting off more than you can chew!


http://mirror.canuq.com/3707851/dating/bew...ce-angles-pics/

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Physical Attractiveness Scale (1-10)

A recent survey I was reading:
The question was, on a physical scale, how much would rate yourself (1 being dead ugly, 10 being gorgeous/beautiful)

I was surprised by the results as I was reading through the replies:
Many people rated themselves below 5, and majority rated themselves sixes
Most of the people who rated themselves this way also added in that they had extremely low self esteem.

There were some that rated themselves 7's and some 8's.
Needless to say, 9's and 10's were rare.

It just kinda surprised me because I always thought that the general population would rate themselves 7-8's and there wouldn't be as many ratings below 5. I mean, of course the survey has its flaws because some people would consider a 5 an average person, but some people would disagree and say 6 or 7 is average. People are really coming down hard on themselves...and who can really blame them? Some responses:

"I would rate myself a 5/6. I am average looking. I dont think I am considered ugly or pretty.
I wish I was less insecure about myself though."

"I think i'd be a 5-6, because i'm too self-conscious"

"4 or 5. I'm average and maybe 6 when i dress up and stuff"

"To be honest, I'd rate myself as a 3 or 4. 5 the most =\
I use to think my eyes were really pretty, but now I'm lacking sleep and gaining eyebags >__>"
I seriously need to lose weight.. I know that being skinny's not all that.
Because I got a friend who's really pretty and she's not so skinny. Everyone even thinks she's pretty.
But my thighs bother me so much x___x argh! Haha.
Besides the fact that I have a few pimples here and there.
I feel so ugly being around everyone. TT___TT
And it's not because I have low self-esteem, but I really think most of my friends are sooo pretty.
Sometimes I hate when they say think they're not, 'cause it makes me feel even worse x___x"

For me it really depends. I think I'm a 7 on average but there are days (or phases) I go through that I think I'm a 4 or a 5.

It's especially hard to have high self esteem when there's so much emphasis on physical attractiveness. I mean, let's face it, looks account for a lot these days...you've all heard of experiments they do, where people are more willing to help the hot girl whose car broke down in the middle of road as opposed to an average looking girl. The better looking one will get the job over the other individual with the same resume experience.

Sucks doesnt it.


Well this is no doubt a 10. What a mother fucking hot piece of ass.

Gaspard, do me now

Okay so i cant help but post up pictures of Gaspard Ulliel...i mean i saved a whole folder full of his pictures for a reason! (plus it's kind of a satisfying feeling when he's the first thing i see when i turn on the computer and the wallpaper pops up)










Honest to god, some of these pictures remind me of THE past. The past, as in, CF AE.
This is only half the collection...i figured that any more and someone reading this just might have a nosebleed.

Salty Coffee - a must read

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding. Many guys were after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but out of politeness, she agreed.

They sat in a nice coffee shop. He was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable. She thought, "Please, let me go home." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
"Why do you have this hobby?", curiously asked she. He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea. I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares for his home, and has responsibility of home. Then she also started to talk, talked about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She found out that he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good guy, but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married the prince and they lived a happy life. And every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee because she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away and left her a letter which said: My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.

It's hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that. I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I'm dying. I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee. What a strange bad taste, but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you. I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.

Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her, "What does salty coffee taste like?"
"It's sweet," replied she.


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im so pumped up for this.

I Have the Worst Luck in the World.

Rant.

I think the past three weeks have been just humiliation for me.

You know, these days I'm really really asking for it.

I want to blog the whole thing out, but it’s too much of a humiliating story to ever be posted on the internet. I can’t afford to be laughed at at the moment--I think I might cry if I picture people in fits of laughter on their computer picturing me doing whatever I did that got me into this whole stupid situation where I look back and regret remorsefully.

Next time, I will NEVER NEVER act the same way.

I will act like the civilized person I am and do things rationally. I will let things come to me and never take stupid ass initiative again if I’m actually serious about it.

I seriously deserve a trophy for my goddamn wasted efforts. A BIG FUCKING TROPHY and every good thing that happens in my life from now onwards. No question about it.

Thus, my first real post relates entirely to the intro. I will laugh about this in a few weeks to come.

I will live happily ever after.

Intro

[Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?" The guy said "No," and the girl lived happily ever after. She went shopping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny and was never farted on. The End.]